Back at my apartment, I want to rip Veronica’s clothes off but my head is all over the place. I can’t believe everything that just happened. I saved the company— with Veronica’s help. My dad gave me the company— no strings attached. And I wasted two million dollars— except I didn’t, because Veronica’s still here by my side, even though she no longer needs to be.
Before I can stop her, Veronica jumps up into my arms. And it’s not that I want to stop her. It’s just that I’m surprised.
“Woah,” I tell her, as she kisses me passionately and deeply. “What is this for?”
“This is because you’re a rock star,” she says, wrapping her legs around me and squeezing tight. “You were great and you got your dad to see things your way.”
“Our way,” I correct her, tearing her clothes off as fast as I can.
I place her on my bed and my tongue works my way down her body. I kiss her neck— like I did the very first time I took her virginity— and her breasts, her belly, her thighs. Then I spread her legs and my tongue travels the expanse of her perfect pussy, licking it and biting it softly.
“Oh, my God, Isaac,” she moans. “That feels so good.”
“Great,” I tell her. “Because I know I’ve been rough in the past, but right now, it’s all about being slow and gentle and making you feel amazing.”
I suck on her clit while playing with both of her nipples. She spreads her legs wide and her pussy juice drips into my mouth as she grabs ahold of my hair and moves my mouth all over her.
“Yes,” she calls out. “Yes, Isaac, yes.”
I stick my tongue into her pussy hole and then return to sucking on her clit. She squeezes her legs around my head and says, “I’m coming, you’re making me come.”
“Good,” I tell her, sucking the sweet juices out of her.
Only when she’s completely done coming do I climb on top of her and reach for the condom in my bedside drawer. This time there’s no tying her up, there’s no punishment, there’s no rough sex. It’s just Veronica and me, being ourselves with each other, and I love it.
I love her.
“I love you,” I tell her, as my cock enters her pussy. “I’ve been wanting to tell you how much I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, her hips rising so that I can push myself further inside her.
I thrust in and out of her, looking deep into her green eyes.
“I’m so glad I met you,” I tell her, and then we kiss.
“I was just thinking how glad I am that I called that number,” she says.
“And I’m glad I needed to buy a fake fiancée.”
We laugh as I pulse inside of her.
“I’m going to come,” we both say at the same time.
My groans mix with her moans and I love the sound of her coming as much as I love how she says my name over and over.
“Isaac, Isaac, Isaac.”
“Come with me, Baby,” I tell her, stroking her hair as I push myself in and out of her a few more times.
Then I collapse on the bed beside her. She lays her head on my arm and I continue to play with her hair.
“Thank you so much for helping save my dad’s company,” I tell her.
“Apparently, he wants me to stick around and help out some more,” she says.
“Apparently, he does. So, that’s what you’d better do.”
“Okay then,” she agrees. “Thank you for taking my virginity.”
“My pleasure,” I tell her. “Thank you for being my fake fiancée.”
“About that…” she says, and we look at each other, half laughing, half wondering.
“What are you going to do about all the arrangements you made and all the money you paid?” she asks.
Her question has to be a ruse. She knows I have no problem throwing money away on things. And that I have a vast network of people who helped me set this up that I could easily call to cancel everything and probably only be out some deposits at most. But she wants to know what’s going to happen to us. For the first time in my life, I want certainty. I want commitment. I want to settle down.
“I was thinking, what’s the use of letting it all go to waste on a fake wedding?” I ask her.
“Yeah,” she responds, attempting to remain nonchalant. “I guess now that we don’t have to do it, there’s no point.”
“Instead,” I continue, “I was thinking, why not have a real wedding?”
“What?”
Her gorgeous eyes widen in surprise.
I get down on one knee on the floor beside the bed. She sits up and smiles down at me.
“Oh, forgot something,” I say, and I hold out my hand.
Grinning sheepishly, she takes off the rock I gave her before I took her virginity, and puts it in my hand.
“Veronica, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world and you’ve shown me I want things I didn’t ever know I wanted. Like love. Commitment. A real wedding.”
We laugh, but a tear of joy comes to her eyes.
“Therefore, I plan to spend the rest of my life with you,” I tell her. “And not because I have to, but because I want to. Veronica, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she says, hopping off the bed so that I can catch her in my arms and spin her around. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes. I love you.”
“I love you too, so much.”
I put the ring on her, which I had still been holding in my hand.
“Now it’s been placed there for the right reasons,” I tell her.
“And I bet now you care what I do with it,” she jokes.
“I sure do. Don’t sell it and we’ll be good to go.”
“You and I are good to go for sure. But now, there’s just one problem,” she says.
“Oh, and what is that?” I ask.
“Well, your dad and Cora know about this arrangement and they’re happy about it. Stacy knows it’s fake, and will be happy to know it’s real, as long as I’m happy, which I definitely am.”
“Glad to hear it,” I tell her.
“But somehow I’ve got to find a way to tell my parents that I’m getting married— for real— to a guy they’ve never met or even heard of.”
“That should be interesting,” I say, nodding my head. “Do you need my help? Just like you helped me with my dad?”
“No,” she says, burying her head into my chest. “I got myself into this mess, and I’m going to get myself… further into it… all on my own. It’s the least I can do for my parents. Especially my mom.”
“Okay,” I tell her, running my hand through a strand of her hair. “Whatever you want, fiancée.”
“I’m your real fiancée,” she says, holding up her hand with the ring on it, so that it sparkles and shines in the light.
“Yes, you certainly are.”